Spinach Spaghetti in 2020s

I made spinach spaghetti with sun-dried tomatoes, and it turned out great! I might swap the tomatoes for mushrooms next time and add a bit more onion.

My nose is driving me nuts again and messing with my sleep. Since this has been a problem both before and after using the nasal spray, I think it’s safe to say the spray isn’t entirely to blame. The lung tightness probably was, but I really think something could be wrong with my septum. In a couple of weeks, we’ll know what my insurance will look like next year, and then we can get the ball rolling on finding a more reliable ENT with a different group. It’ll probably take forever, though, which really sucks because I’ll likely have to deal with this for another six months. Oh well, it’s either a septum issue, or I’m just really allergic to Florida. We’re not moving, so it’s got to be dealt with sooner or later.

I had a dream that Termite Tammy died. I haven’t found any obits, so I’ll give it a week or so and see. My mother and brother were alive in the dream, and we were at the beach in Connecticut. I was sitting there while my mother was chatting with her phony friends. Suddenly, Larry came running down, telling Mom she had to come back to the cottage with him. She didn’t question why but just got up and followed. Curious, I followed as well. On the way there, he told us that Tammy had died.